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[center][b][h1]Interlude III[/h1][/b][/center]
[center][h2][Remains of Tragedy / Reparation for victory (2)][/h2][/center]
[center][h2]Ruler ?[/h2][/center]
[center][h2]Burning Miyama Town[/h2][/center]


Even with experience and great battles many heroes would not have been able to respond to Lancer’s advance in such a manner. In this battlefield where Lancer was covered in great blessings and given greater power there were few even in this war that could match his strength blow for blow as a hero.

But the charge of the spear even in the midst of the black flames, ashes and smokes that would have been a threatening blow, that rose above the rank of A in power was repelled. More than repelled, Ruler twisting his body for a powerful swing that dispersed the clouds. It was as if where Ruler stood nothing could encroach. Not even these curses, not even this suffering. If anything his presence advanced into it with each moment of the fight.

But it was not as if his swing was to allow him to see. To begin with he intercepted Percival’s blow and overwhelmed it. The youth found his charge completely stopped, pushed back. Without much time to recover and prepare for his counter attack, Ruler’s ax was already in motion, crossing the distance between them in an instance. 

Faster, stronger. It was not just supreme ability that drove Ruler’s overwhelming presence and the pressure that pushed beyond the horrors of the flames, of disaster. It was his radiant pride and glow as a hero.

Faster, stronger. There were people in need beyond this servant. There was a frenzy to him, a controlled frenzy that built up. Each strike was deliberate, each blow flowing into each other. For blows of such great power to seem graceful, for them to weave together in the design of a warrior was an awe-inducing sight. 

It was natural for even heroes to be impressed.

Why?

Because he (Ruler) was the greatest of heroes. 

His cursed body of steel was something that could defeat most servants by its lonesome. In the class that sealed his mind in madness he was still the one who would stand at the top of such a ritual.

But it was him, the hero, the one who quelled calamities, who slew monsters and overcame impossibilities again and again. To that which was considered impossible even to the heroes who conquered the limits of humanity he was a higher ranked existence.

He was the greatest hero of the world.

Hercules.

And that’s why this knight would not keep him from those who needed saving.